We all must have gone through a weird Elementary School phase where it was deemed the worst part of your life or where you couldn’t seem to understand how life worked. This was also the part where I myself loved my parents more than I loved myself, which was quite common between the ages of 5 and 11. If you’re anything like me, you understand that looking back on those pictures from that time is more painful than experiencing open heart surgery without anesthesia.
If I could give myself any advice to Elementary school me, I’d tell myself a few things,
- Please don’t follow a crush around, you make yourself look weak and needy for that boy. If you want to, try talking to him, but don’t make your stalking so obvious that after he leaves the monkey bars, you directly follow him to the teacher and hear him ask if he can use the bathroom.
- I also suggest you don’t copy their every move. It gets annoying for both of you. It’s okay if you itch your eyes a different way than him, that’s a normal aspect, you don’t have to act like his twin for him to notice you.
- Sparkles on your shirt and blue eyeshadow is a phase, do not bring that to middle school. It is not a helpful when making friends after 5 years of being that weird kid.
- CRYING IS A NATURAL RESPONSE BUT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO CRY AT EVERYTHING SUCH AS A PENCIL DROPPING IT JUST GIVES KIDS ANOTHER REASON TO LAUGH AT YOU
- Imagination is key, I know it might seem like your only friend right now, but keep in mind, imagination gets you places. You don’t have to imagine yourself in high school with everything seeming perfect, you have to achieve it.
- You found a passion in writing, continue with that, it will help you when you’re older and aspiring to be a writer, you still suck at drawing, so don’t both spending every indoor recess drawing self-portraits.
But I’d like to also point out to you that in Elementary School, I hated myself. I hated myself for a long, long time and I still have those moments where I reflect upon my self-hatred in today’s day. I don’t know if it’s just because I fear the worst for myself or get stressed out at little, unimportant things. No matter where I seemed to go, I felt left out and out of place
But that’s changed, I now have many friends, I have friends who aren’t embarrassed of me and I have friends who went through Elementary School like me without friends or had fake friends.
I’m not going to go into detail about my first experience at hell, but I’d like to point out, I had found myself in doing what I love. I loved being creative, I loved hanging up the pictures I drew on my wall. I was unique and one of a kind, and I wouldn’t have done anything in Elementary school differently if I had the chance.
Song: The Man Who Can’t Be Moved – The Script
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